All my friends are growing up
Changing pretty girls last names
I'm still finding my way, rolling down the highway
Playing a much younger mans game
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Every night we're drinking
In dive bars and dance halls
They're all at that age where they're all having babies
And picking out the nursery coloured walls
They all ask me how I'm doing
I just smile and realize
That although it was kind to me, my youth is all behind me
Now I'm on the losing side
The losing side of 25
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Mom and dad did the best they could
To raise me the right way
And I'll lean more their own, and I started writing songs
And thinking I had something to say
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So every week at the food line
All the other parents boast
About there kids graduating, getting higher educations
In the big city jobs that they chose
My parents asked me how I'm doing
I hang my head and close my eyes
They say don't throw your life away
Go and get a job that pays, we love you and we know that you tried
The losing side of 25
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Yeah I might never have a mansion
Hell I might never own me a home
But I got a couple of songs, and some boys that I call friends
And a pretty girl that I can call my own
♪
Yeah I might never be a millionaire
That's alright by me
'Cause I've done the things I wanted to and said the things I needed to
And seen the things I wanted to see
When they all ask me how I'm doing
I just smile and realize
There are different roads to happiness, I took a different path I guess
Came out on the other side just fine
The losing side of 25
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Yeah there are different roads to happiness, I took a different path I guess
Came out on the others side just fine
The losing side of 25